A dream that sends me into a deep dark place in which the slivering snakes slide over my skin, their eyes glowing in the darkness, but their light giving no comfort. And it's a deep cavern and the snakes keep coming, falling over me, their hissing driving my thoughts to terror. I scream and I scream, but they sliver down my throat, their hissing filling me and I can feel them in my stomach. I feel them in my brain. One of them is swaying in front of me, its top fanned out, the black scales sliding over each other, its red eyes pinning me. Then the little light I had disappears and all I can hear is them. And I can't stop screaming.
The flip
Falling through the sky, but no fear invades. The wisps of cloud sliding and parting around my body, through my outstretched fingers, passing in between my hair. Not wet, not chilly, but almost like a gentle summer breeze wrapping around me. I'm suddenly gone from them and the clouds gently float away, up above me and now I can see stars and I can feel them pulsating, the blackness around me made less evil by them. And my breath comes slowly, a warmth in my chest, almost a painful longing. I'm falling, falling so silently, a stillness in the night catches my breath away and I know I am close to waking. Crying, I don't want this dream to end. If it ends it will only ever be a longing for a longing that ceased. God, don't let it end. I don't want to hurt. I don't want to lose this because I know when I wake I won't know why I'm crying…
Just a dream. Why cry for a dream?